My husband sleeps in the garden.

I have a terrible problem.

I don’t think it’s weird to fantasize about a statue.

I mean, Michelangelo’s David is downright handsome.

Okay. Maybe this whole statue thing is weird, so I’m gonna switch topics.

For the first time EVER, I’m going to show you a picture of my husband:

He’s the strong, silent type.

Just the way I like ’em.

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